the book of storms: 異体同心

at the touch of love

Dear Heart November

thanks and love to Brians, Jack, Albert, and Brisbane

particle physics
the violin sonorous
dear hearts spreading joy

I'm alive! city, night rainbow
moonrise over highrises

I am Rapunzel
my heart aches with love for her:
I throw down my hair.

(there are time bombs there, but still
in all that I do: just trust.)

connexion

timid hands reaching
fingers twining together
the shyest of smiles

we two are treasure-hunters;
our love, a casket of gems

For A.J.

I am so sorry
that things now cannot be for
you, love, as they were.

if I was anyone else,
I would give you paradise.

Crushed @ 15

for T.

Pantone 801
made so entranced by those eyes
and I'm not myself

pure seaside blue; I can't think --
then that smile, and all is clouds:

your wonder, mindwise
heart thudding a loud tattoo
ribs made xylophone

shyheart smile my undoing
voice spun of sunlight and time

I waited for years
for that blessed sound, and those
anticipated

eyes of the clearest clear blue;
I have waited. Discovered!

かめん

you loved her as her.
she loved you as someone else,
whoever that was.

love is wearing the right mask
and burning yourself alive

Love Song from the Home Planet Earth

for T.

you, here: time-whirled and
star-tossed across galaxies,
multiverses wide

fall again into my arms.
love: a rose never faded

the dream the stars saw:
the glittering, the silence--
did you see it too?

17 times 'round the Sun
your gravity ensnares me

you have captured me
like that first time, years ago
awake in your arms

the sweetest of agonies
cutting like a jewelled knife

what comes next for us?
the words are failing and scarce
but our hope, aflame

all I ever needed here
was in your eyes, all along

(love of a kind)

even obscured by light
jagged-soft brushstrokes, brights, wild --
I still know your face.

you are engraved on my soul
indelible in my heart.

mandatory approaching farewell

if I lose myself
what then? or, yet worse, what when
you fade from my eyes?

my heart is mercury shards
my fear the cruelest guardsman

and to the Northern Lad

for E.

so let these final
words ring out from this heartspace
(sacred memory):

seven thousand years ago
I carried your heart with me.

the simplest love songs
are always the truest ones.
truth, beauty, freedom

love: I carry your heart now,
and I will do so, always.

Shintei? Aritei?

"burn yourself naked;
show me your sheer bones freely."
...but I already...

broken fingers typing out
screams into a glittered void

wanted love

I will cast threads out
strands of silk, satin, longing
limerence brocade

I will weave us together,
will love you like creation.